Chapter 281 The Funeral of a Loyal Person

A few months later, the Bordero, regarded as an honor by many in the Pangia sub-sector, tore apart the phantom of the void and crawled out of the vague subspace. Compared with the previous baptisms that were swept away by heretical rituals, Fire Horn, not only is her route stable, but her condition is also in a new state, but she is not the first metal giant to poke its head out. The Thinker Array or Sacred Bone Wetware of the Imperial Exploration Satellite is buzzing and analyzing, Working diligently to provide the Empire with slightly more stable warp navigation.

This young satellite, which has been working for the empire for many years, still has more warships recorded today than the previous hundreds of years combined, 54, and all of them are warships.

Those dark gray behemoths were twinkling in the faint light of the stars. Perhaps if you looked further away, you would see that those monsters were members of the stars. Their huge bodies were three kilometers long, and their surface was densely covered with churches, winding like a mountain peak.

It’s just that the void is vast and huge. Even if those warships are gathered very close together, they look like just a drop in the ocean. But no one will underestimate them. Any one of those imperial metal engines has the ability to annihilate small alien civilizations. Firepower, while transporting tens of millions of loyal men and women of the Empire.

On the Bordero, the flagship of its huge force, the person who organized and unified this fleet, the Skadi hero, was looking at the huge star map with a sad face.

It's hard to imagine that this huge conference room is also the lord's bedroom. The messy personal items and complicated pipelines are all together. The agent was lowering his head to analyze the complex information of the endless void. The Astropath raised his head, and his blind eyes felt the intermittent spiritual energy of the void ria space.

But the brightest group of people is not them. Although they are indeed special, they are still not enough for the legends of the Empire's illustrious 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

Its lord, Lord Alan Bair, just worriedly flicked his fingers over the star chart captain's nearest world. They turned into black with no response and no exploration. The sides represented that they had fallen, turned into the ban of Freeport and refused. To offer the Empire any assistance, he therefore asked Captain Bordeleau.

"It's not a special case. It seems that Freeport has expanded to three or four star systems to relieve the pressure of war. This shows that they have a considerable degree of void transportation capabilities and terrible individual soldier qualities. Master Chief, Destruction Eagle and others reported resemblance."

The captain, no, to be precise, all the Skadi officers staying on the flagship hesitated for a moment. None of them imagined this method, because it would cost too much military force, and spreading the force is a taboo for military strategists...

When the transport plane soared over the star port at low altitude, they saw living people for the first time. Those were young children and old people, who were taking care of it with their little fingers, recycling the relics produced by the war. It was an uncovered The production line relies on manual sorting and transportation.

"Those heretics don't care about the people who were once compatriots in the empire. In their eyes, those who have different beliefs are just like pigs, and this world is just a place to produce their sacrificial items."

The child was carrying metal and scrap metal from the collection truck to the old man. The old man slowly dried the soil, cleaned it, and then loaded it into the factory to lay the foundation for the construction of the hive city. At the moment when the second lieutenant looked down and saw, a The child touched the dumb bomb, and there was a roar. The child, who was still running on the ground handing something to the old man, was blown away by a yellow ground-shaking cannon and was scattered to pieces.

They can get to the core, so why should they abandon their martial arts skills? However, Alan Bayer felt that the child was starting to have his own opinion, but he still just looked at the star map and then asked. “Is winning everything?”

"Boss, you just want me to see death and destruction once and approve your plan?"

At this moment, a ray of light shines into the interior of the transport plane. It is the light of a star. From the ship cabin outward, the dead earth, the cracked roads, the few vegetation in this world have completely withered, and death has become the background of the entire world. Corruption , craters, trenches, and rotting bodies.

The military order was difficult, and finally when the roar of the transport plane came to his ears, the smell of promethium and the Catachan soldiers crowded inside the transport plane reminded him of every sortie in his countless military career.

At first glance, the impression given to people is that of hungry, dirty, ugly open-air factories, garbage dump-like places, where trucks are dumped again and again, children are naked and hungry, and the elderly are exhausted, while the newly built factory next to the Star Port looks like The huge monster roars all the time, swallowing waste.

The second lieutenant's eyes became cold. He was a soldier, but he would not kill innocent people. He had been mentally prepared for it, but he was still dissatisfied. Those things were inhumane, but victory was more important.

"People who have experienced the loss of their homes, death, sacrifice, and the loss of their loved ones should be the most sympathetic to this world. We have experienced it, survived it, and become better, but they have no choice or chance. If we don't save it, They, no one in this universe will lend a helping hand to them.”

The transport plane's engine shuddered as it left the hangar, and the ensign rubbed the tip of his nose. "No, I won't, I won't let victory slip away. People in other worlds have nothing to do with me. I am only loyal to Skadi, and I am only loyal to the Emperor."

"Loander is too cold in winter. In order to keep people warm, we collected any fabrics to build greenhouses to help them survive the cold winter. The original clothes were also taken away."

"One punch is better than a hundred punches. I don't agree." The lieutenant, or more precisely, he and the lieutenant behind him, who came from the forging world Panlan, disagreed. They hardly needed to discuss. This was not disobedience, but reality, because the Empire's warships and legion strength were much better than those heretics!

"I'll take you to see them. Will the lord come too?"

However, Alan Baier just looked at Luo Ande who was getting closer and closer, and stopped talking, because the best course was about to arrive, and the group led by the lieutenant also felt that the lord acquiesced to their proposal.

Of course, the transport plane landed, and the starport was of course intact, but it was not the soldiers who greeted Alan Baier, but those dirty, shriveled, skinny, and bony adults.

"I am the second lieutenant of the 4th Infantry of Skadi. I want to see your commander. Abusing the Imperial Guard is a serious military crime!"

But the people in this world were not confused or surprised. Only a few little brats about the same age as the dead child came to clean up the fragments that might be friends and transfer new people to continue working.

The lieutenant shook his head. "What I'm asking is, where is the owner of the clothes? Didn't the Imperial Guard still have more than 3,000 soldiers in service? I want them to join my command array!"

Alan Baier just answered. "You must go today. I order you as your superior, the second lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment."

His mind was confused, and it was confused very quickly. Those cruel scenes and scarred worlds pointed out to this young man what the worst atrocities in this universe were, and subconsciously made him ask himself, is victory important?

The second lieutenant asked. "Then why do you wear military uniforms?"

So he looked at the star map, the confused star map, and asked. "If we use two warships, which means about 200,000 elite infantry or heavy infantry, to land in orbital attacks to disintegrate the enemy's occupation and return many worlds of the Empire, is that okay?"

Alanbair was just sleepy due to the long-term warp travel. He was really excited when he began to step into the warship, because the military life that he had not had for a long time began again. Compared with correcting documents, it was obviously more in line with his personal aesthetic to punish heretics.

Alanbair finished the drinks and answered. "No, I can't force you to do those things. No one can force you, and forcing you won't make you sincere. But I know that I know the warriors of Skadi better than anyone else, including you, of course."

The officers of Skadi are all young. They don't understand why the Imperial Guard is a "Guard" instead of an Imperial Expeditionary Force. When so many worlds in the heavens fell, old-fashioned people like the staff, the captain, and Alanbair all understand what they should do.

The sergeant wiped a group of inconspicuous craters on his armor and seemed to miss something. "Loande's 154th Infantry Regiment, Loande's 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment... yes, they are loyal and powerful."

"Go down, Lieutenant, you come with me." Alanbair suddenly spoke, and the Lieutenant hesitated. "Boss? I go? The Chief of Staff or the Chief Petty Officer of Catachan is better." He didn't want to look directly at this broken world.

It was only when the warship slowly approached Loande's low-Earth orbit that people looked out of the ship window and subconsciously muttered to themselves. "It's hell."

Finally, Bordello docked next to a terrible space station ruins. The strike cruiser, Baptism of Fire, which was a head larger than her, was sleeping here. Her captain sent a message and allowed the Imperial Guard, the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the Bordello transport ship to dock.

It's just that on the complete continent, even if you are thousands of kilometers away, you can still see those tragic scenes. The storms generated by the power of the subspace are rampant, and the toxic clouds make this world dark green. The most terrifying thing is that the place where this world is now facing away from the star is completely black and deadly silent. If it weren't for the huge empire's hive world, which is solid and stretches for hundreds and thousands of kilometers, the man-made miracle is like a black nail embedded in the ground.

"But a warship needs a large cargo ship with twice its load capacity, such as the fast knife high-speed ship, which is a big and powerful one. This unit is destined to not be able to fight for a long time. Without the help of many worlds in the empire, fifty behemoths several kilometers long are not a burden we can afford to nourish in the enemy area." The chief of staff analyzed calmly.

Although wearing the uniform of the Imperial Guard, it is not equipped with bulletproof vests and laser guns, which looks ridiculous.

The transport plane started quickly, and then it needed to fly over the shattered surface. Alan Baier took the kettle and poured the messy drinks into his mouth to moisten his throat to prepare for the speech. The lieutenant couldn't help asking.

However, just like the warp journey that followed, boredom and sleepiness, as well as his worries about war or his love for people replaced those bloodthirstiness. When he realized that those heretics would use poison gas on their compatriots, he realized what he was dealing with. That was a war crime that the most vicious villains in human history would not commit, but now it is commonplace in the endless void.

The skinny man answered that time. "My lord, we are not the Imperial Guard, we are the local PDF."

The one who answered him was not the poor man in front of him, but the Sergeant of Destruction Eagle who came from a distance. He brought his battle brothers and first performed a chest-touching salute to the slowly falling Elanbar, which was rare in the history of Space Marines, compared to the other party being a mortal.

The captain rubbed his white beard and answered with ease. "But the Emperor blessed us, the Destruction Eagle tore open the fulcrum for us, so that we can drive straight in. We only need to create enough camps on the world called Loand to ensure the transportation of supplies."

That's right, hell. Although the hive world is cruel, as the crystallization of the Empire's technology, it should not be hell. But now those towering nests are blown up, and thick poisonous clouds are hovering in the sky. This world has no ocean and is much smaller than Terra, but its higher mass makes its gravity similar.

The witchcraft of artificial gravity once again made him feel tired, but when he left the hangar, this feeling would dissipate, but now he felt that he suddenly weighed 40 kilograms.

Just refugees, the lieutenant had a bad feeling in his heart, he jumped off the transport plane that had not yet landed, and asked those people.

And now, most people here would think that this should be a world of death...

Another answer. "Because of the shortage of supplies, a mortal in Loande can only get less than half of the calories of a normal person a day, and has to work hard to restore the supply chain. This world is too barren. Almost all the factories have been destroyed, but many survivors have to live."

Alan Baier waved his hand to refuse. "I will make some plans. I brought a team with reconstruction experience from Skadi. There is enough food. We must rebuild the supply point as quickly as possible to maintain a possible war."

The sergeant nodded and left with the lieutenant. Under the protection of the honorable Destruction Eagle fighting brothers, they came to a cemetery in a star port with a high standard rarely seen by mortals. Because there are no resources, the construction here seems casual and sloppy. The sergeant spoke. "He didn't want the Space Marines to build it, and asked the survivors they rescued to come, so it's very simple."

"Come, let me introduce my comrades to you." His huge body knelt on one knee, and his fingers wiped the dust off the simple dark red metal tombstone, revealing a seemingly inconspicuous name.

Captain Jesk, who served in the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loand of the Imperial Guard, died of a malignant disease at the age of 27. His soul returned to the throne, may the Emperor protect him.